Virgo Afrikan by Ehindola Peter


 She draped in thick robe of ofi* caste,

        Cylinder of  beads cascading, like torn rag,

below her unadulterated pulpit,

where roll call of wanton congregation supplicates.

Of laali** and osun** painting of her umbilicus

At quadrangle about sunfall time, amidst mortal denizens:

She twirls and turns swiftly into

spiraling  silhouette of contorted crescent;

to the long  drums of wooden skin,

till my eyes shutter to a briskly musing

But she is AFRICA, the motherland


* traditionally weaved cloths

**a dialectical variant of camwood





Creative works (literature, art and culture) emerging from Nigeria.

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